Love Nothing

There are days where I want nothing more than to do nothing. Yesterday was on of those days. I know my time with my kids is limited. That sounds more dire than I mean for it to be. All I mean is that they are growing faster than I can keep up with and I’m already seeing with my oldest that the time is too near where they’ll prefer just about anyone else’s company to my own. Not to mention, with five schedules to manage, it gets harder and harder to have any days with nothing on the calendar so when we do have the rare one, even going to the beach seems like too much of an activity.

I love family nothing days the best because they’re often filled with the things I love most as a mom, baking, movies and games. So, for now and as long as they’ll let me I will pick days to keep them all home and love them on my couch as long as I can. The Husband doesn’t do so great with nothing days. He’s all for them in the morning but about mid-day he starts to get antsy and downright rude. I’ve learned over the years not to take it personally and usually we can get him to snap out of those feelings of guilt he has over doing nothing and appreciate the time for what it’s worth. Yesterday, a little Wii Sports with his boys did the trick. We watched a bad movie.

Some of us never left our pajamas. We ate yummy home-cooked dinner and for a few hours our family was perfect and together and all was right with the world.